It's like a dream, the way I saw you
Your body was cascaded by fine white linen. Holier than all I've ever known.
Your palms placed in prayer
You were singing an inaudible Psalm
In an echoed tone...
Though your words lingered, I sensed that no one was there.
Or who were you praying to?
Embrace me please, so I don't feel so alone.
Where is God? I ask you this...
Perhaps he lays among the strings of a harpsichord; a symphony yet to be heard.
For an angel to summon him with the music of her heart.
Well, that must be you.
Or perhaps, we imagine him only to keep faith; something to cling on to.
In vain, I wonder. In vain.
Maybe my love is something for alarm...
You see, I am bitter, bruised and scorned.
My soul is not from this world; so from it, no one can take.
But I am afraid that I have become full of hate.
And maybe my redemption is a little too late.
Yet, there you are...
The curves of your angelic form haunt me.
Your lips move in an incantation.
If I could reach out to you, my life would gain the lustre I've been denied
It's taunting to think of the things I've lost.
So I kneel at the alter to beg for mercy...
If God is real, then he knows how many times I've tried to change
So, I begin to pray.
In vain. I wonder... In vain?